Life is interesting. I wrote in my Morning Pages the other day that I should feel lonely and I don’t. I was called to speak at one of ‘those meetings’ last Monday night and…

From the Morning Pages, verbatim: This is my (this) Sunday best. I got up with the phone wake-up at 2:59. Went to the bathroom, threw water on my face and my head, made the…

From the front seat of my car I told Gina Fiedel that I had finished the book – “Hunger Mountain” by David Hinton – which she had recommended, and that my experience was that…

I’m sitting in my car at the base of a mountain, reading Chinese poetry, listening to Sly and the Family Stone. Yesterday in Starbucks I told the barista Morgan that when I arrived in…

There are writing implements, pencils and pens, scattered throughout the Camry – front and back seats, glove compartment, in the pocket of the console. In and around the room I rent as well –…

When I was quite young back in my hometown I had a friend named Donnie, and we would often walk into the woods directly from the edge of his backyard. Those were the Everett…

My friend Gina Fiedel from Santa Barbara texted me this photo she snapped while traveling through Bosque Farms, New Mexico. It so perfectly captures the “show, don’t tell” of what I’m forever trying to…

It has poured rain much of the night, with 10,000 flashes of lightning. We’re warned here in California the first time it rains after months and months of drought, all the oils which have…

I guess I would say if I am “working” on anything about myself these days that could fall under the entirely ethereal concept of “improvement” it is to be more spontaneous. To be spontaneous…

Last week it was all vultures. This week it’ll be all me – now as the blogger. I’ll share a secret. If you really show up here at fromamountainbench, look at each word, and…